The girl's boudoir was entirely red, with red bed curtains, bedding, window drapes, and tablecloth. Add a few "joy" characters, and it would be a wedding room.
A subtle fragrance wafted through, incense clouds coiling like dragons around the space. Tu Yingying blushed deeply, her face shy and her skin tinged with the hue of dawn.
Wang Xuan's thoughts and emotions stirred, his body moved; amid chaos, the little fox took the initiative slightly, and the two were swept into a tidal wave of passion.
Thus, an entire night passed.
The sun rose higher and higher, its rays shining directly on the grass and trees, evaporating the night's moisture, as people embarked on their daily activities.
Wang Xuan withdrew his arm from under the pillow, and clothes flew over from the rack, dressing him automatically piece by piece.
